"You could hardly expect me to be trusted with your uncle's vouchers.

His papers of course are in the hands of his counsel." "And when can I leave this place ?" she asked passionately.
"If you consult my wishes you will stay, if only long enough to forgive me.

But if I have offended you unknowingly, and you are implacable--" "I can go to-morrow at sunrise if I like ?" "As you will," returned Thatcher gravely.
"Gracias, Senor." They walked slowly back to the house, Thatcher with a masculine sense of being unreasonably afflicted, Carmen with a woman's instinct of being hopelessly crushed.

No word was spoken until they reached the door.

Then Carmen suddenly, in her old, impulsive way, and in a childlike treble, sang out merrily, "Good night, O Don Royal, and pleasant dreams.